The girls in our family love clothes and a chance to get all dolled up. Our love of fashion most definitely comes from Lu. Every morning she lays out her outfit for the day on her bed: starting with earings on either side of where her head would be, a top, a belt placed on top of top, pants draping over the edge of the bed down to a pair of shoes sitting on the floor under each pant leg. This gives her a chance to visualize the ensemble and make adjustments as necessary before committing it to her body for the day. Her belt collection includes a blinged-out Rocawear number and a playboy bunny head that spins with the touch of a button. She can't resist the color leopard and has a large enough collection to deserve its own closet. She also collects capri pants, hundreds of them. She sort of invented the "statement top" with real messages spelled out in jewels and sequins like, "Shop 'till You Drop" and a bold "FORE!" on her ass-kicking golf shirt. Best of all was the shirt that stunned a church full of people as she hoofed it up the aisle to receive communion. It was dazzling, it was resplendent, it was damn demonstrative. It said "MARTINIS MAKE MY CLOTHES COME OFF!" And maybe they would, if she had ever had one, but please, someone, get this woman a martini so we can get rid of this shirt!
This is a picture from the year she shocked us and showed up to Thanksgiving wearing jeans:
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